Rick Stevens knew Bryn Thomas was a bitch – a cock tease of the first degree. He had determined this from his frequent visits to the Avalon when he studied her actions closely. As he was a licensed therapist, she intrigued him in a professional way as well. The Avalon was a working-class bar in “The Ville,” a neighborhood where Appalachian whites rubbed shoulders with Southern blacks and some college kids thrown in the mi...

The pair woke to early morning gray skies that threatened rain. Bryn woke first and reached around Rick for his penis. She found it hard and proud and she started stroking. After three or four strokes, Rick awakened and put his hand over hers. “Good morning, Bryn. And thanks for waking me up in such a wonderful way." “If you turn over, I’ll make it more wonderful for you...” Rick turned over and Bryn immediately wrapped h...